Life of the Party

With suns and moons.

All over the place.

Tonight, tonight.

The world is wild and bright.

Going mad.

Shooting sparks into space.

Today, the world is

just an address.

To live in.

No better than all right.

But here you are.

And what was just a world

is a star...

Oh...

Don't do this to me.

The 8:
05 to

Manhattan-Penn Station.

...is now arriving.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

The one-mile relay.

That was our race.

Four guys, a million

raging hormones...

...eight legs, one heart...

...each of us killing ourselves

to bring it home.

The last runner had to make up.

...for all those precious seconds

the rest of us lost.

'cause we got distracted

by Lisa Fentner.

...in the bleachers...

with her mountainous chest

and fishnet thighs.

He didn't hold it against us.

He knew he couldn't

let us down...

...and he never did.

No matter how far behind

we were...

we had him.

We had the finisher.

All aboard!

I don't get it.

I mean, he was

this close.

Wrong shoes,

didn't you see?

He was wearing

fancy shoes.

He still has

the stuff.

Can you believe it?

After all this time?

I think he missed the train.

He'll be late for work.

I think everything else,

including the shoes...

...and the "stuff"...

...is irrelevant.

And that's why

you don't get invited.

...to any good parties.

What is your problem

with him lately?

I'm a realist.

No, you're a turkey.

Just 'cause he's got the stuff,

and you take out tonsils.

Orthopedists don't get much call

for tonsillectomies.

He quit.

People quit.

You really shouldn't eat that.

He had the wrong shoes.

However you want to see it.

Oh, I know what I saw...

...and he didn't just quit.

You missed the meeting.

We're going to be handling

the Luxor account together.

If you want to take

a moment, maybe...

And look this over.

Ah. Yeah.

Luxor. No problema.

You really don't

give a damn, do you?

About?

Oh, why we're here,

what we do, our job.

Maritime Insurance.

You know, Bertie...

...you grow up on

the Long Island Sound...

...anything "maritime" sounds good.

Thing is, they don't

mention that there.

won't be any

actual ships or water involved...

...so... Here I am,

landlocked on the tenth floor.

What are you doing? You're the

only person I know who still smokes.

An event very

inconvenient for me.

Ah...

You know what I think made

our country great, Bertie?

Broadway musicals.

Swear to God.

They took me when I was a kid,

our major outing from the burbs.

Oklahoma.

Where the wind comes

sweeping down the plain.

Oklahoma!

I mean, there's something

about those songs.

Lot of heart.

Lot of hope,

you know what I mean?

Don't worry,

Bertie...

I like girls.

Although,

I must admit...

...your eyes are

a particularly lovely.

...shade of blue.

Okay. It's "Bert. "

And you should put that out,

buy that gum...

...and get some work done.

Do you realize

I've been here.

...two years

less than you...

I'm a year younger...

I've already

been promoted twice.

You're losing it, pal.

In my opinion,

you've lost it.

And, just in case you thought

you were, or anything...

...you're not cool.

You do "Standing Tree"

position...

...not that.

I do this and

Standing Tree position.

Ta-da!

I told you how many times...

...a sleepy traveler

misses his destination.

Oh, shoot...

...heading up the East Coast

is not my destination.

There's hockey tonight.

My mother needs dinner.

Ooh, hey, what...

wh-what's this?

I see a president.

A geometrical shape.

Flowers.

Could it be?

Yes, it is.

Madison Square Garden.

Tonight:
Rangers, center ice.

You and your mom...

...the hockey fiend

from Canton.

You think I'd forget.

...the most important woman

in my life?

You are

a great...

...but foolish man.

I count on you

to keep me apprised.

What do you say, Bertie?

It's party time.

Yes!

My wandering angel...

...home at last.

I love you.

I love that job.

I love loving you.

No, thanks.

You forgot.

It's okay.

You were busy, must have

slipped your mind.

Happy anniversary,

darling.

Okay...

we'll celebrate

in the storage room.

Do you remember what they called

it when we bought the house?

"The kids' room. "

We haven't even gotten

the dog to sit yet.

Okay.

Seriously.

I can do that.

I look at you...

...and I know that life is

inherently worthwhile.

And a good thing

to keep engaging in.

...until I get it right.

I got offered something

in Boston.

At the museum in the fall.

Assistant curator.

And I think that.

...if I'm far enough

away from you...

I can move on.

So...

who is it?

What is it, someone

you ran into at work?

Some big-deal art aficionado?

You wouldn't be

leaving me.

...to leave me, so who is it?

All right.

If it makes it easier...

...there is someone.

Who makes me feel I'm

not crazy for doing this.

Okay.

You were on the road.

You lose your way.

L- I can encompass that.

You know, I think

it would be better...

...less complicated,

if I move out now.

No. No, no, no.

All right.

Here's what:
Um, I'm gonna

take the company apartment...

I mean, you know,

for a week or two.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna give you some space.

That's a good thing, right?

Space?

You'll have

the run of the house.

And you'll realize that we

don't even breathe right.

without each other.

It was two weeks ago.

What?

Our anniversary.

How did he sound to you

when you talked to him?

How did he sound?

I don't know.

He sounded like him.

How can you eat that?

I'm hungry.

Everything's falling

apart, you're eating.

He was just taking

a little break, that's all.

Yeah, but a break

from what?

I mean, why does

he need a break?

What does he need a break for?

They're perfect together.

I'm worried about him, man.

I'm really, really worried.

I wouldn't be too worried.

How do you...

I mean, this is really...

Hey, buddy.

Oh, hey, hey, you came.

Of course we did.

What were we gonna

do, not come?

Forget about it.

Uh...

...some friends of mine.

Artie...

...certified literary giant.

I write reviews

for a vintage car magazine.

Kipp... Musician

extraordinaire.

I do jingles.

Say cheese, please.

Wakka, wakka.

Humble guys.

And this is Caroline...

currently in arbitrage...

which I don't really

know what that is.

Not important.

So should we get a table?

Sure.

Great.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Who is she?

Who cares?

He's trying to score, bozo.

I am not trying to score.

She's just a...

Total babe.

He's married, for Pete's

sake. He's separated.

Hey, hey.

It's a trial thing.

She just needs some time.

For what?

To stop thinking she likes

somebody more than me.

Who?

Hold on.

Wait a minute.

Pheebs is making it

with another guy?

No way.

I found it fairly

devastating, myself.

Come on, let's

get a table.

Hey, whoa.

Anything else for you, sir?

Another for me...

Want another double?

Sure.

Wow.

You can real

ly handle your...

I mean, another double

and you seem perfectly...

Perfect.

Am I?

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